Insignifigant
I am
a far away, dull star
the dark side of the moon
a flower that's been stepped on and never seen
a walnut that rotted in it's shell and never cracked
dust.
I'm a shadow
a forgotten dream
a loner
an enigma.
Obviously Mysterious
or Mysteriously Obvious?
a song you hear once and forget
a sock that's been lost in the washing machine
a seed in a concrete mixer.
Tight in their box All in a row Red as a fox And black as a crow Green as a lizard And Blue as the sky One's white like a blizzard Or the corner of an eye. Some have whimsical names "Robin's egg blue" "Macaroni and cheese" No two are the same But they're all there to please The black one is worn, Flat and bruised But the sepia one hasn't ever been usedLike soldiers they standIn the box straight and tall A spectrum of wonder But don't write on the wall!
The Daffodil
a Daffodil grew tall and high
and he let out a stressing sigh
he stuck out his great yellow nose
and said aloud "I want a Rose."
"a rose," he said "is a lovely thing"
"just think of all the joy they bring!"
a Violet grew nearby, so small
She'd watched the Daffodil grow tall
and when she heard this, her heart froze.
"If only I could be a Rose."
And when the Roses all grew in
the Daffodil just looked at them
and in each one he found a flaw
"too many thorns, so sharp like claws"
The Roses laughed, their voices shrill
"Who cares about you? You're a Daffodil"
The Violet sighed and whispered "me."
If only Daffodil could see.
The Daffodil soon found a Rose
as lovely as a flower grows. He called the her and said "hello!"
The lovely Rose merely said "oh."
"Dear Daffodil, please let me say,
before we start to talk today,
That I'm a perfect Rose so red,
so please don't get it in your head
that you'll be anything more than my friend
for Roses and Daffodils simply don't blend."
The Daffodil soon grew depressed,
for with the Rose, he was obsessed.
The tiny Violet's fear receded,
she knew a Rose was not what he needed.
She took a deep breath and stood up tall
"Daffodil! you don't need a Rose at all!
I realize that I am small and fragile,
but why is that so bad, Daffodil?"
The Daffodil laughed, and then just said
"Violet, I want a Rose bright and red.
I know you mean well, but you just won't do
as I'm in love with one so different from you.
So the Violet grew in crooked, and tilted.
And one day, the little Violet wilted.
The Daffodil didn't even notice;
his eyes were lost among the Roses. Cory He was ever so fragile, and falling apart.
He was cracking and breaking, and so was his Heart.
His eyes were averted, but I saw his tears.
I fretted, and worried, but pushed back my fears.
Something was terribly wrong and I knew it.
I wanted to help him, but just couldn't do it.
I just had to tell him how much that I cared,
But what if I just hurt him more? I was scared.
So a week passes by and he spoke not a word.
I just watched, and I knew, and I saw and I heard. Sad Ending: Days passed by and he grew more withdrawn
Then one day I realized he was already gone.
I felt in my Heart a deep, sickening dread,
And I knew in my mind he was already dead. Happy Ending: Then one day I took his wrist and I said
"Where did You get this idea in Your head?"
I know You're depressed, and I know that You're sad,
But what You've been doing is wrong, it's just bad!
You may think that now You just want to die,
But what about Us, what about You and I?
I know that you breaking and falling apart,
But if We stick together We can mend you poor Heart."
And as I watched the misery and sad disappear,
I knew that was all he had needed to hear.
Untitled Found poem about a breed of cats called Bombays Sleek, black.
casts a spell,
patent leather coat,
large copper eyes
charming, energetic.
affectionate,interactive. Kittenlike late into life
"parlor panther"
Playful sprit
black beauty
smart
maybe TOO smart? (from an article in Cat Fancy called "Black Magic", by Elisa Jordan)
The Shell
The shell.
It's hard.
plain, dull.
It's empty.
Or is it?
Maybe it's protecting
something wonderful
keeping out
the world.
Or maybe
it really is
empty.
the best part is,
nobody will ever know
It's a mystery.
The Smile The people who surrounded saw a nice girl with a smile
They'd stop and listen to her life for just a little while
The people in the hallways always shrugged and thought "how nice."
They saw another normal girl living another normal life.
Her parents never even thought
their only child could be distraught
She hardly saw them anyway
during those busy days of May.
Her friends saw through that smile sometimes
but when they asked she'd say "I'm fine"
Her friends just shrugged it off and thought
"Of course she's fine, I mean, why not?"
The girl herself was tired, aching,
from all the smiles she'd been faking
The lonely girl wished she was dead
She pulled the trigger, blood ran red.
Elaborately simple philosophy of poetry
What is a poem?
Why is a poem?
Who is a poem?
When? How?
Where?
There are no right or wrong answers,
but the answer is always you.
THEYCALLME moe
Insignifigant
I am
a far away, dull star
the dark side of the moon
a flower that's been stepped on and never seen
a walnut that rotted in it's shell and never cracked
dust.
I'm a shadow
a forgotten dream
a loner
an enigma.
Obviously Mysterious
or Mysteriously Obvious?
a song you hear once and forget
a sock that's been lost in the washing machine
a seed in a concrete mixer.
Insignifigant
Oblivious
Isolated
Obsessive
Intraverted
Oblique
Invisible.
(almost)
Tight in their box
All in a row
Red as a fox
And black as a crow
Green as a lizard
And Blue as the sky
One's white like a blizzard
Or the corner of an eye.
Some have whimsical names
"Robin's egg blue"
"Macaroni and cheese"
No two are the same
But they're all there to please
The black one is worn,
Flat and bruised
But the sepia one hasn't ever been usedLike soldiers they standIn the box straight and tall
A spectrum of wonder
But don't write on the wall!
The Daffodil
a Daffodil grew tall and high
and he let out a stressing sigh
he stuck out his great yellow nose
and said aloud "I want a Rose."
"a rose," he said "is a lovely thing"
"just think of all the joy they bring!"
a Violet grew nearby, so small
She'd watched the Daffodil grow tall
and when she heard this, her heart froze.
"If only I could be a Rose."
And when the Roses all grew in
the Daffodil just looked at them
and in each one he found a flaw
"too many thorns, so sharp like claws"
The Roses laughed, their voices shrill
"Who cares about you? You're a Daffodil"
The Violet sighed and whispered "me."
If only Daffodil could see.
The Daffodil soon found a Rose
as lovely as a flower grows.
He called the her and said "hello!"
The lovely Rose merely said "oh."
"Dear Daffodil, please let me say,
before we start to talk today,
That I'm a perfect Rose so red,
so please don't get it in your head
that you'll be anything more than my friend
for Roses and Daffodils simply don't blend."
The Daffodil soon grew depressed,
for with the Rose, he was obsessed.
The tiny Violet's fear receded,
she knew a Rose was not what he needed.
She took a deep breath and stood up tall
"Daffodil! you don't need a Rose at all!
I realize that I am small and fragile,
but why is that so bad, Daffodil?"
The Daffodil laughed, and then just said
"Violet, I want a Rose bright and red.
I know you mean well, but you just won't do
as I'm in love with one so different from you.
So the Violet grew in crooked, and tilted.
And one day, the little Violet wilted.
The Daffodil didn't even notice;
his eyes were lost among the Roses.
Cory
He was ever so fragile, and falling apart.
He was cracking and breaking, and so was his Heart.
His eyes were averted, but I saw his tears.
I fretted, and worried, but pushed back my fears.
Something was terribly wrong and I knew it.
I wanted to help him, but just couldn't do it.
I just had to tell him how much that I cared,
But what if I just hurt him more? I was scared.
So a week passes by and he spoke not a word.
I just watched, and I knew, and I saw and I heard.
Sad Ending:
Days passed by and he grew more withdrawn
Then one day I realized he was already gone.
I felt in my Heart a deep, sickening dread,
And I knew in my mind he was already dead.
Happy Ending:
Then one day I took his wrist and I said
"Where did You get this idea in Your head?"
I know You're depressed, and I know that You're sad,
But what You've been doing is wrong, it's just bad!
You may think that now You just want to die,
But what about Us, what about You and I?
I know that you breaking and falling apart,
But if We stick together We can mend you poor Heart."
And as I watched the misery and sad disappear,
I knew that was all he had needed to hear.
Untitled Found poem about a breed of cats called Bombays
Sleek, black.
casts a spell,
patent leather coat,
large copper eyes
charming, energetic.
affectionate,interactive.
"parlor panther"
Playful sprit
black beauty
smart
maybe TOO smart?
(from an article in Cat Fancy called "Black Magic", by Elisa Jordan)
The Shell
The shell.
It's hard.
plain, dull.
It's empty.
Or is it?
Maybe it's protecting
something wonderful
keeping out
the world.
Or maybe
it really is
empty.
the best part is,
nobody will ever know
It's a mystery.
The Smile
The people who surrounded saw a nice girl with a smile
They'd stop and listen to her life for just a little while
The people in the hallways always shrugged and thought "how nice."
They saw another normal girl living another normal life.
Her parents never even thought
their only child could be distraught
She hardly saw them anyway
during those busy days of May.
Her friends saw through that smile sometimes
but when they asked she'd say "I'm fine"
Her friends just shrugged it off and thought
"Of course she's fine, I mean, why not?"
The girl herself was tired, aching,
from all the smiles she'd been faking
The lonely girl wished she was dead
She pulled the trigger, blood ran red.
Elaborately simple philosophy of poetry
What is a poem?
Why is a poem?
Who is a poem?
When? How?
Where?
There are no right or wrong answers,
but the answer is always you.